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A Hymn for Christmas Morning

By December 27, 2015September 7th, 2018No Comments

Poor mothers, with your hoard
Of endless love and countless pain–
Remember all her grief, her gain,
The Mother of the Lord.

Mourners, half blind with woe,
Look up! One standeth in this place,
And by the pity of His face
The Man of Sorrows know.

Wanderers in far countrie,
O think of Him, who came, forgot,
To His own, and they received Him not–
Jesus of Galilee.

O all ye who have trod
The wine-press of affliction, lay
Your hearts before His heart this day–
Behold the Christ of God!

~ Dinah Maria Mulock Craik from “A Hymn for Christmas Morning” in Thirty Years: Being Poems New and Old